Black rapper with a conscience I'll be out by half past
27 coming sooner than you think, 5 years till I'm a tree in Bedfast
Loving memory of the boy, I'm gone too soon like a table full of tapas
Hold me back
I've been on insta long enough to know we all regret
Looked in the mirror long enough to know I'm not feeling like myself
Quit the smokes because nowadays I'm tryna focus on my health
And I've already got enough problems to overwhelm
Hit my ex outside of her work, she feeling like I'm a nuisance
How you come back from that I ask, head down like I'm a student
Picture's perfect but (hey) I suppose the feelings are translucent
Forget Britain, I need a new England, hit my boy in Massachusetts
Lot of problems I might be too proud to ever talk about
I hope you like the first part of the black story like cottonmouth
Never see him hit the US market like his sound's a roundabout
Too sad for the label heads, mess the phone interview, so I dial it back
What's your problem, ain't your parents ever raised you white
Nuclear families be the first ones to blow up when fission comes to life
Why you moping, chin up, thanks pop I know you right
I should probably smile more, there's a smart boy, what an erudite
Box of cigarettes for breakfast, chug a forty before I'm fourty
Couple problems keep me up at night, lil' depression in the morning
Two funerals in the day, two birds, same stone when I be mourning
Try not to reflect on the past, pass a puddle while I'm walking
Don't call the my mother, she don't know why the hell I've been moping
Spent 4 hours asleep, 20 hours awake, not a text for the morning
Even sleeping beauty had a man to meet and I know
A friend ain't gonna check me out, don't need a dragon when I'm smoking
Had to man up before the acne, had to firm it before the job
Used to curse a lot, just easier to hold tears than your tongue
Bullied in school, had to hush it while I'm young
Couple friends ditch me in class, at least they consistent with the wrong
World ending, the ozone stay dead, look where the time went
From 2012, the world still spinning but I ain't felt alive since
Face straight on the daily like I'm posing for my license
Driving myself insane on the daily reminiscing over my sins
Chalk it up to my love life, could probably blame it on my addictions
Everyone wants that bit of magic but no one wants to be a magician
Summer love and short term, code words for that prescription
Hit me up 4 times a day, time gone then they onto new fixes
Make music when I'm tired, never thought of being famous
Stay awake for 20 hours, spend 8 of them being vacant
Show my friends the music, they clap their hands, oh yes, I'm the greatest
Drop my stuff on spotify, not a song up in the playlist
Yeah, but how could I ever blame them?
My sadness nowadays is turning out to be outrageous
The boy's music a little sad is a bit of an understatement
If only I got a penny for every time I've been asked if Eve and I are dating
3xs on my name and I hold it up with some pride
No os up in the name, I ain't caught a hug in a while
No point shedding tears unless those tears becoming smiles
Phone only playing music, I'm getting bugged out when it dials
I can't swear anymore, the parental advisory's for the rating
I've already cursed out my family enough to come up in statements
Whether I'm alive tomorrow's all up to the creator
I leave it God's all hands